Dosing Poems | Examples

The First Avenger

He was a commoner desiring to be a soldier
After disappointing initial failure Steve Rogers
Got selected for super soldier experiment in US military
Serum injection and Vita-ray dosing made him muscular.

He toured the country in colorful costumes
During WW II time in fund raising campaign
For his patriotic endeavor during the national exigency
He was very proud to be designated as Captain America.

He proved his worth with fabulous bravery
When he could free all the war prisoners
Infiltrating alone the fortified fortress of the Hydra base
Of the Nazi General Schmidt, named as crafty Red Skull.

To stop him using weapons of mass destruction
Rogers confronted Schmidt inside his aircraft
That finally crashed in the icy waters of the Arctic sea  
Schmidt vanished in space, Rogers remained untraced.

The Captain woke up in an old style hospital bed
After seventy years from suspended animation
A feat that befitted the extraordinary role of a superhero
Who assimilated the singular elements of the first avenger. 

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Hard Drug a Dug Grave

Mind-Cracking, Health-Crushing Hard Drug 
Whose taker has his own grave dug:
For all the sad life’s holes it does plug,
Any helping dosing down on rug,
As though a shooter did one slug 
Or a dirty criminal one mug.

A time to up a staircase lug
The Hopelessly Suicidal on drug;
To all the questions by a medic a shrug:
No deliverance from his medical jug!

What things in life disturbingly bug 
That we can’t The Just Sensible hug; 
Drug isn’t by a little the abnormal,
The taker often a Writhing Animal!
A balderdash making a previous “it is well”,
As he continues to wrestle with New Hell.

The Ice Rose

My crippled hands hold the sculpture
cold, melting
reflective of a life well lived

Fingers drenched in it's calming water
chilling, surrounded
letting memories simply fade away

Colored ice petals slowly disappear
relaxing, infusing
a toxin for my diminishing breaths

The crisp stem is about to break
dosing off, losing grasp
this is how I want to go

A poet, a painter, a sculpturist
ending, finishing
with my art

A Checkpoint of a Kind

Near the pleasure-offering joint
Was an illegal checkpoint
Legalized by police presence
And a militarily discolored jeep,
Whose size easily made the skin creep!

Also, a checkpoint proving the smell ‘Aromatic’
And off bringing romances Dramatic…
But mainly often eyeing The Heavy
And on it dropping Forbidden Levy
A doomed-to-be - seized ‘Their Gravy…

I think an invitation to watch a role 
Happily parading a yawning hole:
Some Likely extra dosing on Tramadol
For shows of little self-control:
Their jeep on fuel-wasting patrol
With their ever assured enough petrol…

A checkpoint of really a kind
We don’t know who can its demons bind.

Puppy Dreams

He curled up
 snug and safe in his bed
 eyes blink then closed, dosing
as he tucked his little head,

At first a sigh
 and then a softer deep snore
then feet traveling hurrying to somewhere
 with subtle soft barks from his inner core.

A twist, a turn, an annoyed grumbling
 a vocal plea that all is as it seems
and he's safe, a warm blanketed bundling
 in just another puppy dream.

Listen To Your Heart

We listen to these wishes where evidence of our subconscious come to life 

Where our subconscious mind lies awake to connect us to our sentient 

Where we dream about finding love as much as we lose ourselves to love 

Where we wish to listen to our oneirology and change direction while trusting the omens and our inner guidance 

Where we yearn to hold these dreams inside of us and desire for secrets we dare not share, but have courage to put them on paper with faith that one day they will come true 

Where we listen to our dreams while dosing off to our precognitive senses 

Where we wish for the day we lie awake with our conscious and mind at peace 

Where we vow o dream and dream to remember that our path is without judgement and threat 

Where we wish to break from a history of fear and curse of looking back instead of looking forward and listen to our dreams while we do 


Poet 
Masego Nkuna

Free Riders

This moment of exciting green things
Sooner than later will be pinked
Earthly creatures shall be free riders
Courtesy patents of the carefree 
The penniless will ride in first class
The dollar-full will ride in first class
Everything that exists will ride
In economy class not any more
Never out of charity but compulsion

I see the plane coming to land soon
The run-way is being built daily
Forged tickets are being purchased
Dreamy the powerful and the wealth
Dosing nations of the super powers
Less curious nations of the soft powers
Proud creatures with fiery fire hidden in bottles
Unrepentant those who know God just a little 
Carefree those who know humanity less 
They shall own intellectual property rights

And when this moment comes
Creatures will have equal shares
Free riders in extra-terrestrial realms
The place of total freedom in chains
Governed and controlled obscurity
There every passenger will wake up
And shout,   “It is finished”

My Realization

i suffer from my mistakes
I feel small and out of place 
I watched the terrors of the world 
from the opening of my gates 

I see my friends die one by one 
over dosing on drugs or shot by guns
most born into gangs from a young age 
they were deprived of love 

I had a mother who cried 
my father never tried 
it is no accuse to terrorize others lives 

ive seen this and realized my errors 
im still young  
I came from a poor life 
but I was taught I can be greater

Unmedicated

symptom spectrum script
                               dosing who knows what roulette

                                       will too strong to live



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Influenza

It seems like I’m hit with a dose of flu
My skin feels so sensitive to the cold
It will run its course nowt else I can do
It's harder to shake off as you get old.

I feel I’m not here my head is away
Dosing my self with medical potions
Lemon drinks are the order of the day
With care I take in measured proportions.

Worst of all I've got no inspiration 
Nothing coming in or out of my head 
I'm in a state of mental stagnation
Feel like a zombie lying in this bed.

I sweated profusely throughout the night
Hope after six days I'll start to feel right.


Written 17th December 2018.

By a Bleed of a Pen

Mind stimulating a lot of thoughts still I lack a muse,
I cry a lot I'm bleeding ink from words I never say,
I'm growing impatient I just want to die,
And somehow my mind trips by the thought of you,
You take my breath away I'm afraid I might die,
Over dosing on you is a stupid death, 
You dare not think of me so why should I?
Crazy for my mind gravitates towards you,
I fail to unthink you for you already claimed residence in my mind

Set Free

Kids suffering from vaccinations and antibiotics

people dosing pills out for psychotic

tendencies

the only friend I have other than me

is my mental disability

one day  

I will set myself free

not with suicide

rather walk and talk with my head held high

I am going to let me be me

I will no longer run and hide

until than we will just wait and see

I am tired of letting things just be. -TA

The Man On the Train

I had been at College that evening
After work I was not thinking of anything
Just sitting down on the train all alone 
Wanting to just make my way home

The train came into Salisbury stop
And I saw a man onto the train hopped
He had a pronounced limp when he walked in
Sitting down across from me and started talking

He said that he had been away from his family a long time
And looked forward to seeing them again fate being kind
For he had seen many things in his journeys made
By ship to support the Old Country with his blade

I found his story not so interesting as it went on
Dosing as the train rocked along on the rail’s song
When I woke I saw the man was gone and I was in Adelaide
I walked from the train onto the concourse slowly made

On the eastern side of the concourse there was a display on the wall
With photographs of military men with notes about their deeds all
I looked at each photograph until I saw a familiar face amongst them
It was the man awarded the Victoria Cross posthumously as he was ended.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Courage Is

Courage is

What is courage, you ask of me?
Looking at my life, I think you’ll see.

Courage is being a woman on her own,
and raising two children, all alone.

Courage is choosing a life to teach,
challenging minds to cognitively reach.

Courage is having a surgical emergency,
being put to dark sleep with all due urgency.

Courage is walking away from a drink,
forever and ever, a new way to think.

Courage is dosing morphine to another,
especially when this time it’s your mother.

Courage is having to bury your daughter,
at a period in life when you don't have a quarter.

Courage is seeing your career torn apart
and still believing you have worth to impart.

Courage is having to sell your dream home
and stay in a hotel till they give you a loan.

Courage is living each day with some hope,
as the senior years alter your scope.

So, this is courage, as my story unfolds.
Something I’ve earned, more precious than gold.

12/16/16

What courage means to you - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton

Misunderstood

Once again I am found
In a world that pretends to go round,
Where we're prescribed
What we are and not allowed to do
Unknowingly, micro dosing cyanide
But I stand here sharing my clear view

A world with no rights
Yet claiming everything’s alright
A paradox to appreciate
Chickenpox to fix the birthrate

I should’ve known from the start
I knew I'd be blown apart
Should've grown alone
Instead I’m left to cry and moan

Wishing away
The fear of today,
Hoping for a pleasing future
Knowing full well that’s no suture...

Well, maybe I’ll be alone
And that’s okay, I condone,
Maybe you’ll follow through
But I’m leaving, and so should you

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